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Whoaaa |
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Yeaaa. paper tigers, from doomtree man. |
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[Sims] |
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You're born with an outline |
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It's you're way to ink it in |
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Looks like the crimson king |
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Pushed it to the brink again |
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While you're ship sets sail |
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You row with broken oars |
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Two thousand... what ever |
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No room for closing open doors |
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I hoped you hoped for more |
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But that heart went cold |
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Blame it on the weather |
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Remember when we wanted something |
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Better, ah- whatever |
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It's a new year |
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And thank god that you're here |
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I know the wings are getting heavy |
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I wrote this in the womb and |
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I carved it in the moon |
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As real as it could ever get |
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I feel like I could sleep 'til June |
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You're so plug in but |
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So out of tune |
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Time to change the station |
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Better yet change their shape |
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Stacked like sardines in a |
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Stacked city scape |
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But here we are tonight |
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We are the lights we are the bright escape |
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Plan, Minnesota |
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Cold sholders where I come from |
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Young solider on It's own |
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Bang a big drum |
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I'm nothing like a phenomenon |
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It's the same two step |
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I press on and on |
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Young lucky that I'm still alive |
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I should have died |
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I should have been the one |
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I hope I see you on the other side |
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Soon as I saw them lights |
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I thought a flight |
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And tonight I'll grab hold |
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And dig the cleats into my life |
